Raymond sat at the table and took another drag on his cigarette as he continued reading Dosteyevsky's "Crime and Punishment" book. Besides the smell of books and cigarettes in the library, classical music was playing in the library and it was raining in London. He was a lonely man who often came to the library to clear his head. His black curls were falling on his forehead as he reading the book.

𝄞Тёмная ночь, только пули свистят по степи...𝄞

𝄞Только ветер гудит в проводах, тускло звёзды мерцают...𝄞

𝄞В тёмную ночь ты, любимая, знаю, не спишь...𝄞

𝄞И у детской кроватки тайком ты слезу утираешь...𝄞

When he felt the steps approaching him in the historical library, he did not even bother to raise his head, he recognized the steps. ❝Welcome back, mademoiselle.❞ He spoke in a classic tone with his deep and attractive voice.